Try to write a poem worth reading,
Worth an average person to give...
His sturdy hands work through
the stiffness of his art...
I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...
The yearnings within me
bring many desires...
I am sword's peace
I am gunshot's silence...
I can spew out poems
on a white page...
Why does the normality of a day
Continue to elude my mind and hands...
I would be heartless if i could,
For i've known much about love already...
A mind so eccentric to happiness,
Drenched with pain it cries for...
When I first had the pleasure
of meeting your kindred spirit...
Clean floats my abstract existence
serene, an enveloping canopy of clouds it abides...
Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...